User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3135907-20110820172327

"Thanks, mate, I thought me goose was cooked there fer a seckind," says Slipnoose rubbing her throat ruefully. Wodd and four of his rat friends step out of the woods as well. One of them, a dutiful one named Scrank, tugs his ear and says, "Hoi, Cap'n Slippy, permisshun to report of the traitor's demise to the main army commanders!" He turns and lopes off.